Brian Betrayed (muscle theft humil)

Brian walked down the long hallway. He looked out one of the hospital windows and couldn't believe how beautiful a day this actually was. The temps were in the low 70s, and there was even a smell of freshly blooming flowers that surrounded the grounds of this hospital. Everything was perfect that day--except for him.

Brian's eyes were red with recently fallen tears he had so gallantly fought back off for the third time just that early morning. He wandered down the long hallway full of doors that led to sicker people than himself wondering where everything went wrong. Nothing could have prepared him for this, nothing. He at one time not to long ago had it all. He was handsome, well built, strong, and independent, and now he was becoming small, weak, and dependent on others. If things kept going the way they were going, he was going to wind up being weaker than all his buddies, and weaker than even his girlfriend. That very thought almost made him want to puke.

Brian tugged at his jeans and pulled them back up to where they should be again, and he sighed at the very fact that he to do it. It was disappointing to him to think that he had to do that.

Never in his 27 years on this earth had he ever imagined being the guy who would be in need of someone else to defend him or take care of him, but now that was looking like it was going to be the case.

Brian had lost over fifty pounds and over five inches of his height in just three weeks, and no one knew why. Brian's world of being one of the tallest and the biggest guys around was caving in on him. Everybody was soon going to be bigger and taller than he was and he knew it.

Brian walked down the overly clean, white, empty for now, sterile smelling hallway of the hospital and fought back the tears that threatened to make him look even less of a man than he felt like at that time.

"Mr. Bradshaw. Excuse me, Mr. Bradshaw," a man's voice said to him from behind as he walked along. It sort of caught him off-guard, and Brian Bradshaw turned around to see whom it was that was calling his name so politely. It was a young male orderly that now looked to him to be at least an inch taller than he was when Brian first met the guy, and now the guy seemed to be even bigger in build as well. Brian's heart sank to a level it had never been before.

The guy obviously worked out as hard as he did, and it showed, but it didn't change the fact that he, Brian Bradshaw, was losing his own hard-earned gains, and he almost let the tears forming in his bloodshot eyes fall down his handsome dimpled cheeks again as he stood there.

Brian wiped them dry and sucked back in the wetness of his nostrils with an audible sound that made it sound like it was: a sniffled, near crying sound. He again felt as small as he was becoming. His face flushed with the redness that said, "I'm not the man I was just three weeks ago."

"They need to see you Mr. Bradshaw," the handsome young man exclaimed as he smiled with his own dimpled smile back at Brian's own dimpled now half way back to true awareness face. Brian faked a smile as well as he could, not wanting to look any less the man than he already did.

***

Time is the quintessential master. It teaches, and it takes away at the same time, and in Brian's case, it was taking away faster than he was learning how to deal with it. Brian followed him after he again found that his jeans--his new jeans of a smaller size than he wore even in the last days of his high school years--needed to be pulled back to where they should have been to start with. He walked with his head down, down the hallway in a daze of confusion and well-deserved self-pity.

Brian followed the now taller than him young man into a room crowded with people, mostly doctors and all just as confused about his condition as he was. Never before had anybody gone through what he was going through so there were no pat answers to his problem, no solutions or even anything or operation to follow that was going to suddenly make things better for the handsome young man. All they had was here and now. That was what they had before them, and it was all they could deal with, but it was the best that they could offer, and it was just going to have to do, at least for now.

Brain walked to the seat offered to him, unfortunately finding he had to pull his pants back up again. His face flushed again red with embarrassment as he sat down and almost broke down again. It seemed to becoming easier for him to cry openly now as Time's invisible hands ticked by.

His options were discussed with him, and nothing sounded good. He was told there would be another battery of tests that he would have to go through again, and then they might know more about his mysterious condition.

Brian was then led down the hall towards another room where he would go through some physical testing to see just how much strength, weight and height he had actually lost.

The test started out with lifting weights. It was, to say the least, one of the most humiliating and embarrassing things Brian had ever done in his whole life. He found out the hard way that his strength was down way over a third of what it was before; he was now closer to half as strong as he was as opposed to two thirds as strong. Before this all started, Brian was benching 350 pounds easily, and now he could with great effort only lift 170 and even that was hard to do more than one time.

There were other tests that involved lifting different kinds of weights, and all of them confirmed that the once big bodybuilder was now becoming a very weaker and even more depressing to him smaller man as well. His stats were worse then he even thought they were.

At one time not to long ago, he was in contention for a first prize in his weight class of 260+ lbs. as a bodybuilder, and now those stats would forever be history for him. Now he weighed in at what to him was a normal 178 pounds. It was heartbreaking, and his height as well had dropped by not just three inches but six altogether now, making him only 5'11" inches tall. He was short by his own standards, and all of this in just three short weeks.

Every other test he took, and there were a lot of them, had him as healthy as a guy his age could be, and that was very healthy indeed. No diseases were found, no reasonable explanation was found for his physical losses. Brian was just going to get smaller; that was the only thing they really did know. That was confirmed by his new loss of another inch of his height and another ten pound drop in his weight since the beginning of these new test started not two hours before.

Brian opted to go home. He was sick of staying there in the hospital, and the doctor's felt there was no real reason for him to have to stay another night. It wasn't going to change things for him, and as far as they knew, he wasn't going to die or anything. So he was released on his own recognizance. He knew and they knew he would be back.

Brian had spent 12 days at the hospital, and he had lost a total of almost four inches in height since he last drove his truck. It showed when he got in his vehicle; he had to move the seat up to get a comfortable feel for the pedals. The very fact of having to pull his seat forwards brought tears to his eyes again. Brian fought them back and wiped his eyes and sniffled in the swelling snot and drove home a bit blurry eyed.

When he got to his apartment, he found the doorknob seemed to be higher, and of course, it was. He wasn't that short yet, but he could tell he was shorter than he was the last time he was there. He walked into his apartment and had to pull up his pants again. He was so frustrated with this whole thing.

He walked into his bedroom and saw he had left a pair of his old jeans out on his bed. He walked over to them and picked them up and even they had weight to them now. His heart sank as he turned them over and read the tag. It read plainly: Levi's size 36W-36L. The waistline was always a bit bigger than his actual size was. All of his clothes were like that. He had developed his legs so well that he needed the space a larger pair of jeans offered so his well-muscled thighs had room. He always wore a belt to compensate for his smaller 34" waist; he didn't really need the belt back then. His jock bubble butt and massive legs held the jeans tightly up where they were supposed to be, but now he would never again fit into these jeans again, and he had just worn them twice before.

He looked down at his present jeans, a gift from one of his now many doctors, so he could walk around the hospital without looking like a patient. When he was given them, they fit rather tightly, and he felt at last bigger than a few of the guys at the hospital. But now they hung on him loosely, and they were only a size 32W-34L. Brian knew he would need an even smaller size now.

Brian looked around his room, and it was filled with trophies and pictures of when he was a bigger guy, when he was the top of his field as a bodybuilder, when he was 6'5" and weighed 265 lbs. On one wall was a picture taken only weeks ago, and he was standing next to his girlfriend and towered over her then, and he was wearing the very pair of jeans he now held in his hands. He wondered how he would look in a new picture if one were taken now with him and Sue. Would he tower over her anymore? Or would she tower over him now? She was after all almost 6 feet tall, and he wasn't even 6 feet tall himself now.

Brian's mind was a gusher of what-ifs and what-are-nows. He looked at the jeans and wondered just how big they would actually be on him now. He undid the belt holding up the pair he had on, and they immediately slid down to the largest part of his waist and stopped there. He didn't even have the size to hold up these small-sized jeans anymore. His heart again sank as undid the button, and the jeans went the rest of the way down his legs and piled up at knee-level in a mound of countless folds of way too much material for his now thinner legs.

He sat down on his bed and found even it felt really high up. It was because he liked it that way before when he was tall, and he had bought it with extended legs so he could sit on it and be comfortable, and at one time not long ago that was the case--but not anymore. He sat there uncomfortable now; his feet barely touched the ground anymore. He removed his shoes and socks and slid his jeans off easily. He contemplated why he even bothered to put on the once nice-fitting pair of his old sized jeans. He feared just how big they may actually be on him now, but he continued to proceed to put them on anyway.

They were felt so big now. His legs slid into them without ever being hindered as they had before by the very tightness they once had to them. He stood up and pulled them up to his waistline they came nowhere close to even fitting him anymore, and he had to hold them up around his waist just to keep them there.

He was still barefooted and began to walk to his once favorite place, his posing mirror. He could feel the backs of his feet were covered by the bottom length of the jeans double sewn cuffs, which came to halfway up his now smaller feet's soles right to the natural arch of them. The whole thing felt weird to him like he was playing dress up in his dad's clothes, but these were at one time not long ago his own.

On the way to the mirror, he found one of his old wife-beater tee's on a dresser. It still reeked from the sweat of a work out he had done in it, and he let go of his jeans, and to his dismay they drifted unhindered down his legs as he took off his smaller sized shirt he had on and put on his once tight-fitting wife-beater tee. It came nowhere nearly as tight anymore, and the sides hung down empty of his once broad delts. His back had narrowed, and he no longer had his once classic 'V' shape. He pulled the jeans back up and found his shirts bottom found the now cavernous opening of the waistline of the jeans easily. It was down right depressing for the one time champion bodybuilder.

His now smaller around arms were bare of their once concealing fabric, and he could, for the first time since he cared to notice, see how much smaller around they actually were. They seemed scrawny to him compared to their old diameter of nearly 24 inches. Now his biceps were barely 16 inches around, and his forearms looked like how a girl with overly hairy arms would look like. He was so depressed. He wondered to the mirror, cuffs under his feet still holding up the waistline of his jeans. Even walking in these once tight-fitting jeans was a chore now. He could feel the empty seat of the jeans brushing his now smaller ass as he walked.

Looking into the mirror, he could see even that had changed for him as well. Before he changed, he could only see the bottom of his face, but now he was able to see his whole smaller body, and his complete face was staring back at him as well. He looked ridiculous in the clothes.

They now hung held up by his smaller hands in vertical folds till they hit where his present knee height was, and from there down the vertical folds met built up horizontal folds of excess fabric that was still half way under his bare feet. He could see where his old knee length was he had stretched the unwashed fabric of them out and his old knee area showed just how much shorter he now was. It was halfway down his now smaller calves. He was so despondent that he let go of the jeans that no longer hugged his legs they went down till they were nothing but horizontal folds that formed below knees that were looking more and more knobby to him.

He slipped his feet out of the bottom of his jeans with relative ease, having to only tug minimally on the cuffs to get free of them. They were essentially now empty of substance; they were now just a bunch of over draped folds of huge fabric. His legs now exposed to him fully as he stood back up; they looked positively scrawny. His once massive quads had shrunk in size so much so that he couldn't even remember when he might have been this thin before. They were so small now that they just accentuated how his now knobby looking knees looked. His calves looked girlish to him, and there was barely any definition from his shoulders still draped loosely in his now oversized once tight-fitting wife-beater to the bottom of his legs. His ankles, wrists--hell--every part of him seemed way to thin to him now.

Brian's world had changed completely. He was now a smaller guy with a smaller build than he had when he was 16. He wasn't all that bad looking yet and in real perspective he would still have been considered average in build, but when you've been the bigger guy all your life, it was difficult to deal with. He wandered half sulking and half thinking to his bed. His mind on himself as always he fought back again tears of shame and misaligned misfortune. "Why did this happen to ME!!!" he thought as he lay back and cried himself to sleep.

Brian's real problems were just beginning though. Had the doctor's done the test he took that day just two days ago, they would have noticed that his shrinking in height and size was actually accelerating with time faster than they or he even knew it. Brian was going to wake up to even a stranger world to him then the one he cried himself to sleep in.

THE NEXT DAY

Brian woke up still garbed in his old once tight-fitting wife-beater tee shirt. It was looser fitting than he could have ever imagined it being. It was a total mess on him. It seemed impossibly huge to him now. One of the shoulder straps kept falling down one of his arms when he tried to adjust them as he sat up in his bed. It seemed all too unreal to him. His bed seemed to be huge now he was engulfed in its expansive area. It was after all a king-sized bed that at one time felt almost too short in length for his own body, but now his feet didn't even come close to the bottom of the bed anymore.

His feet were lost some where in the blanket he had covered himself with when the lights were out, but now as the mornings light lit the room, he could see that he had actually shrunk even more in height and size.

All around him barely visible in the dim light was his shrine to his old size. The trophies and the pictures that now even dimly lit, they weren't the pictures of how he must look like now. Brian reached out to turn on his light and found it was a lot farther out of a reach than it was even the night before. Brian couldn't believe this shit, had he shrunken overnight?

He reached the light, but was just barely able to. It came on with a burning glare. He rubbed his now tear-dried eyes of the thick crust that had formed in them and allowed his eyes to adjust to the bright light of his lamp. He felt weaker than he had ever felt in his life. He couldn't quite figure out why just yet but as his eyes cleared, and he suddenly he knew why.

He looked down at his once thickly muscled arms and saw none of that at all. His mighty arms were now stick thin, and his wrists were thinner than any girl's would have been. He freaked out! None of this could possibly be really happening to him! He had always been the guy who did everything right. He had never smoked and had always eaten the right foods as far as he knew. He was always exercising and had been lifting weights since he was 10 years old. This was just totally unfair! It wasn't right! How? Why was this happening to him?

Brian threw his covers off his body and was shocked to see at how thin and weak looking his body had become. His eyes were already full with tears that drifted freely down his now shallow but still dimpled deeply cheeks. His legs looked so thin, so emaciated. His legs weren't even as big around as his girlfriend's were anymore. He be a laughing stock at his gym where he was once a sought after prosperous personal trainer of the biggest of men there. Now he wouldn't even be the size of their girlfriends's anymore.

Brian threw his legs over the side of his bed only to find out he could no longer even touch the floor even if he stretched or bent his feet. He was smaller in height as well. Brian had to literally hop off his bed to stand up. His underwear went down right away; they no longer came close to fitting him. He was positively child-sized now. He was still crying like a kid would too, but he would soon find out that it was for a good reason. He ran to his mirror, and as he went, one of the shoulder straps of his wife beater tee fell down one arm and rested on his inner elbow area. It was so long on him now that it completely covered his genitals. That mattered little to him now. He just took it completely off as he ran now totally naked for the mirror.

What stared back at him when he looked at his reflection was a boy-sized man, and a very skinny one at that. His arms looked bone-thin. Calling his legs scrawny would have been a compliment, but his face was still adorned with a full-fledged goatee and even the beginnings of beard stubble. His body was also just as hairy as it always was when he wasn't in competition, and that was rather hairy even for a guy.

He couldn't believe this! Up until now he was still rather well built, but now he was a wimp! A short little skinny wimp! He was a man that was the size of a seven-year-old boy now. Even his cock, his once proud member that he was so proud of and flaunted when he showered at the gym, had shrunken down in size. It too looked child-sized, yet he still had all of his former pubic hair.

It was when was staring at his decimated shrunken little body that he heard his front door open. He knew who it was-Sue. It had to be Sue. She was the only other person with a key to his place. His heart sank. He didn't want to be seen like this. He couldn't be seen like this!

He ran to his bedroom door and locked it. It was so high now that he actually had to reach up to lock it. All of this was unreal to him, so unreal. He backed against it and slid down it and just sat there and cried, or rather sobbed like a baby or a small child would. He had plenty to feel sorry for himself for now, so he didn't care.

It wasn't long before there came a knock at his door, but what was worse was the fact that Sue was talking to his best friends, Mike Larmey and Stan Krotchet, and some other guy whose voice seemed familiar to him. It sounded like Tiny Tyler's, but this voice was deeper than the voice of the tiny little guy he thought it might be talking. Both the other guys were in the bodybuilding circuit that he was in, but they were both at one time not to long ago, in a smaller weight division of the sport. Now he wasn't even in contention for the junior weight class anymore. What were they going to think of the once rather conceited overbearing Brain Bradshaw now?

He had always made fun of them in jest about their smaller sizes, especially if the other now rather deeper voiced guy was Tiny Tyler. He always called him a little runt and a wimp's wimp! Now what would he say about his present size? And what would Stan and Mike think or say when they saw him the way he looked now?

Brian quickly wiped his face dry of the tears and tear brought snot that ran freely from his nose and sniffled the remaining back in. He was so ashamed and humiliated by his size now that it was real hard to keep from just still crying, but he had bigger things to worry about they were trying to get into his room! He could hear them talking, laughing! Why were they laughing? What were they laughing about? They knew he was losing weight. They knew he was sick or something was wrong with him at least. They started to push against the door and yell his name. Brian knew they knew he was in there.

"GO AWAY!!" Brian screamed back at them, but he found his voice was high pitched and almost boyish sounding. He was ashamed again. He coughed to clear his throat and pushed with all his meager weight against the door trying vainly to keep the now three bigger guys and his also now bigger girlfriend out.

"NO! We're coming in dude!" Mike yelled back to him.

"You mean dud, dude!" Tyler said, and Brian then knew it was him.

"I'm going to kick this door open little guy! So you better back away!" Tyler said in his now much more virile sounding voice. Brian's mind was a full of weird thoughts; things seemed so wrong. Why would Tyler call him the little guy? Did he somehow know he had lost all this size now? How could he know that? It just happened over night? When he got home yesterday he would have still been taller and bigger than little wimpy Tyler was--but not anymore! Now he looked to be even smaller then he could ever remember Tyler being!

Then he felt the door move inwards violently. It didn't just open, but Brian knew Tyler had just given his door a kick that seemed impossibly strong for such a small little guy.

Brian's eye's widened, and he looked down at his now child-sized cock and cringed and immediately jump away from the door and covered his now two-inch long tiny pecker and turned around.

"JUST HOLD ON, I'M NAKED FOR GOD"S SAKE!!!" he screamed, again his voice seemed all wrong to him. Now his voice sounded as high pitched as Tyler once was. His eyes again filling with tears of shame and confusion and now FEAR!

"Let me get dressed!" Brian said in a lower but still higher pitched tone. He tried to stop crying, but the tears flowed down his still handsome but now gaunt little face, he wasn't sure what to do now. He at one time towered over all of these people and could have mopped the floor with anyone of them, but now he was the weak guy, the frightened little weak guy! Brian hated it!

Just as Brian turned around and started for his dresser in a vain attempt to find any thing to cover himself with. The door flew open with a bang! He had barely escaped its swing as he ran towards his dresser.

"GOD DAMN!!!! CHECK OUT HOW LITTLE HE IS NOW, DUDES!!!" Tyler yelled in a tone of voice that now was now clearly deeper and more virile than Brian's used to be. "Look at his little pale skinny ASS! That is so FUCKED UP MAN!" Tyler said.

Brian spun around scared but still defiant as much as he could be. He was still covering his tiny dick as he did it and his eyes widened to a point that would have even amazed him! There in front of him was a version of the once Tiny Tyler that both shocked and amazed him. Tyler was now bigger then he ever was before! HOW??!!!!! Brain's jaw dropped open and stayed that way.

"What's the matter squirt? Don't you like me this way?" Tyler said in a rather uppity way. Everyone else was still laughing as Brian's once square angular but now gaunt thin jaw line dripped more tears to the ground.

"Somebody go help him and bring the little shit over here," Sue said with a laugh.

Brian tried to run away but was quickly nabbed from behind and easily led to her by Mike. Brian was crying like a baby as he vainly tried to get away from the now giant to him version of the once smaller and weaker them him Mike! Brain was so humiliated by all of this! Why would his once-good friends treat him this way, even his GIRLFRIEND!!! WHY?????

And what was up with Tyler? Why was he suddenly so big and strong and muscular looking and he was he so tiny and weak and frail now? Had they somehow changed body sizes but not changed bodies?

That had to be the answer! BUT HOW DID HE DO IT?? That question raged loudly in Brian's head as Mike pushed him in front of the other three people. Brian was still hiding what was left of a once almost nine-inch sausage of a cock from them with his now tiny skinny hands.

Mike looked down at him and had one hand on Brian's now tiny thin shoulder and with the other he quickly swished down and easily removed both of Brian's hands from where they were and revealed to the laughter of all his hated little tiny secret that he was trying desperately to conceal. Now poor little once-massive Brian stood totally naked for all to see. His tiny two-inch long little dong hung flaccid between his bony legs. It was almost to small in length or size to be even seen through his now thicker looking patch of pubic hairs.

"You know what we should do to him you guys?" Tyler said as he looked over Brian from his now tiny still hairy feet to his still nicely but now rather overly long head of hair, Brian's hair had not suffered the same fate as his body did, and now his hair was to long for his tinier head and his legs arms and pubic area all looked way to hairy for his now skinny tiny 4 '3" less then 50 Lb body. Brian had gone from a massively muscled tall as hell guy to a tiny hairy skinny little midget now.

"We should shave all his hair off, don't you think?" Mike said as he rubbed Brian's muscle-less flat chest and twirled his chest hairs in his fingers till they actually caused Brian pain, and then tousled his hair.

"Yeah, we should! AND HE REALLY NEEDS A HAIRCUT TOO!" Tyler said as he too reached over and played with Brian's chest hairs and then tousled his thick head of thick dark hair after that.

"I don't want him to be bald or have a skin head!" Sue said rather callously and then smiled at Brian maliciously. "Let's give him a boy's hair cut! I think he would look cute that way!" She said as she too ran her fingers through Brian's now very thick and way too long for him now head of hair.

Brian was freaking out his red blood shot eyes darted from one giant to another as they all laughed at him and each took their turns pulling and twisting their finger through his body's chest hairs and tousling his heads hair.

Brian was helpless and he knew it! Sue was a true Amazon woman now she towered over him by over a foot and was twice his weight at the least now. Brian was truly child-sized now, and he knew it. Against the four of them, he would be defenseless.

Sue had gone from rubbing the top of his head to fingering his now thin as hell biceps, she could easily touch her long fingers together around them now and he was crying like a baby when she did it. He felt so violated so weak! It wasn't fair!! None of this was!

"Why are you doing this? What did you do to me?" Brian said. He now knew this was no weird happenstance or freaky disease. This was their doing, and they had planned this to happen to him! THEY MADE IT HAPPEN! BUT WHY???? He was so confused and utterly helpless though, and he knew this too.

Brian was helpless as they led him to one of his kitchen chairs that were now impossibly tall to him, and they had to lift him into it till he was in a seated position His legs didn't even touch the ground anymore as he sat there. He was so ashamed and scared and above all despondent that his friends, his trusted friends and even the girl he thought he loved and made love too, were treating him this way. What was next for him after this? A spot in circus as their new circus freak show member?? Tyler, who at one time had been so afraid of Brian and his frequent temper tantrums, now held him down effortlessly; his new size he had actually taken from Brian gave him enough strength to ward off even Mike or Stan if he wanted too now.

Mike and Sue did the real work on poor little Brian. Sue coated every square inch of Brian's body except for his face and head with a cream meant to remove unwanted hair. Mike was busy giving Brian a much needed shave and was doing a great job at it as well. He completely got rid of all of Brian's goatee and stubble and then used the same cream Sue used to remove anything he have missed while shaving his face.

Brian's face, crotch, legs and arms all burned with an intensity he had never felt before in his life. Tyler held him still as he tried desperately to escape the four and what they were doing to him, but he couldn't. He was far too weak for that now, and all he could do was sit there as they cut his once manly-looking thick hair down till it was but a buzz cut. It was the kind of haircut a dad gives a child when he first starts school.

Brian cried openly as they did it, and they laughed openly at his weak behavior. It was an escalating self-feeding event as it unwound to its conclusion, which for Brian was a forced shower that left him feeling better. The burning had subsided a bit, but he was now red from the chemical burns of the hair remover and now as hairless as what now looked like a seven year old boy's body. The only thing manly about the once great bodybuilder was his testosterone level. Everything else was gone from him including any bit of his dignity.

Sue did the next devastating blow to Brian's self-esteem herself. She dressed Brian in clothes meant for a kid, but first she diapered him in trainer diapers.

"Goddamn he looks just like a little boy, doesn't he?" Sue said as she pulled the pull up I'm a Big Kid Now version of diapers up on him and turned him around for all to see. Brian tried vainly to remove them from his body and stood red-faced as Mike smacked his tiny hands away every time he got close to them as he did it. Brian finally gave up his resistance and stood there for all to see him as a man-child diapered and despondent and totally wrecked as a once big man ever could be. Tears were now a regular event and they flowed freely from his confused and betrayed eyes.

"Put on his little over-alls Ty!" Stan said as he began to do some poses for the once champion body builder. "Hey big guy you like theses muscles?? You gave me these." Stan said as he laughed and all three guys did poses for the helpless once big guy.

Brian, who was once on the cover of Men's Fitness and the cover of two other bodybuilder magazines, now stood shirtless muscle-less and weak in a OshKosh B'Gosh bib overall meant for a seven-year-old skinny boy. His eyes swelled with tears that went past fear and into despair. Now where strength once ruled his world, fear was in total control.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Brian finally managed to say, as he stood there forced to have to look way up to see their faces. He knew now that this was some kind of a combined plot against him; he didn't know why they did this to start with. What could he have possibly done to merit this?

"Listen to his little wimpy voice!" Stan said as he stood over him and smiled down at him.

"My, my, how the mighty has fallen!" Tyler said in his now booming voice. He was now the mighty one; there was no question about it. He was the biggest guy there now.

Sue put her arms around Tyler and kissed him. She loved big strong men, and she absolutely hated little helpless and weak guys like Brian was now.

"Don't worry Brian, I have plans for you too, and you won't be alone down there for too long either. You have two friends coming down there to visit you and be your new little friends. I will get back with you in a few minutes ok... I'm on the phone." Sue said calmly, as she smiled maliciously at both Stan and Mike.

Mike backed away from her and looked at Stan. "What the hell does that mean Sue?" Mike said as the laughter left his voice and concern took its place instead as he said it.

Stan too was now worried by that statement and the fact she had looked at them both. She had set up Brian's downfall and gave tiny Tyler almost all of Brian's old size and given them just a bit of it. It was enough so that they would be shoo-ins for their next competition, but now she was so into this event that it looked like she was going to do the same thing to them now.

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